I was just getting warmed up, though, in good spirits and enjoying my sidewalk duty, and I need the money, so I told her, "My wage is $5 an hour. It says so right on my flyer, and I never asked for a raise."
Stevi thinks I'm nuts, I think, but she shrugged and said, "If you want to keep standing out there, keep standing out there." I kept standing out there for a few hours more, at $5 an hour. She gave me a nice tip, though — paid me for 13 hours, when I'd only worked 11½.
♦ ♦ ♦
I'm really glad I stayed, too. You never know who's going to come walking along on the sidewalk, and today I saw Penelope, a cute & tubby woman who temped at Macy's for a few months last summer, and then got dumped in one of their periodic purges.
"Doug!" she said, "Did you get laid off at Macy's?"
"Nope, I laid myself off. Gave them no notice, too — and look at me now!" and I twirled in my ridiculous green cape, and handed her one of the shop's flyers.
She laughed, and I thought about asking her out, but I didn't and then she said "See ya," and she was gone. It was just like old times, when we worked together and I thought about asking her out, and never did.
Well, probably Penelope would've said no. Or if she'd said yes, probably a date would've been a disaster. Probably, I'm an idiot.
From Pathetic Life #10
Wednesday, March 29, 1995
This
is an entry retyped from an on-paper zine I wrote many years ago,
called Pathetic Life. The opinions stated were my opinions then, but
might not be my opinions now. Also, I said and did some disgusting
things, so parental guidance is advised.
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